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Grass grows tall— on the quiet ground where voices once were a roaring sound. The sky looks down with a knowing face on a field that time cannot erase. We pass the stones with names long gone. We feel the years they’ve carried on. They fought in streets. They fought in halls. They broke the chains. They climbed the walls. Now the children don’t know the names— but the air still hums with their old refrains. Each breeze that bends the maize in rows— is a whisper of what the brave ones chose. Don’t let the years close their eyes— their fire still burns in our skies. We walk on forgotten fields— but the ground remembers blood. We stand where silence heals— but the rain still brings the flood. Asimbonge! Asimbonge! From Soweto streets to mountain pass— their footprints lie in the summer grass. We carry on where they stood tall. We will answer freedom’s call. The flags they raised still light our way— from longest night to brightest day. And every song we lift tonight— is the torch they held in their fight. We walk on forgotten fields— but the ground remembers blood. We stand where silence heals— but the rain still brings the flood. Asimbonge! Asimbonge!
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Grass grows tall on the quiet ground Where the voices once were a roaring sound The sky looks down with a knowing face On a field that time cannot erase We walk past stones with no names left We feel the weight of the years they kept They fought in streets, they fought in halls They broke the chains, they climbed the walls And now the children don’t know the names But the air still hums with their old refrains Every breeze that bends the maize in rows Is a whisper of what the brave ones chose Don’t let the years close their eyes Their fire is still in our skies We walk on forgotten fields But the ground remembers blood We stand where the silence heals But the rain still brings the flood (Bridge chant between lines: “Asimbonge! Asimbonge!”) From Soweto streets to the mountain pass Their footprints lie in the summer grass And we carry on where they stood tall We will answer freedom’s call The flags they raised still light our way Through the longest night to the brightest day And every song we raise tonight Is a torch they handed in the fight
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